Mr. Collipark Outro Lyrics

[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything we do too silly man

[Chorus: V.I.C.]
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly,
Get silly, Get silly, Get silly, Get silly

[V.I.C.]
Yeah, I'm feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I'm rookie of the year, but a major in the league
So, how you doin' haters stay away from me
You don't wanna see the chopper
When the boys get silly
And they rainin' on ya block, and ya brains like Chile
Get Silly!

[Soulja Boy]
My chain too silly, my watch too dumb
Only rapper on Myspace with more friends then Tom
1 for the money, 2 for the count
Ridin' in the vehicle I can't even pronounce
S.O.D. Money game, money keep stackin'
I leaked every song, and I still went platinum
Fruit Loop silly, candy painted flav. cars
You are a prisoner behind these 8 bars

[Chorus: V.I.C.]

[Bun B]
Oh, Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you don't like it eat a D
I'm here at ring tone misc. and ring tone net
Tryin' to label southern dance music, ring tone rap
They cappin' on the coop, but ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money

[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week , than your parernts do yearly
My ring so silly, my ice so silly
The roc's on my watch makes the hatas wanna kill me
The hundred round drum on my gun so dumb
That it'll fly yo head all the way to London
I'm sick with it, rich like Lil' Weezy
I'm a milli, got a short fuse and I'm throwed like a frisbee

[Chorus: V.I.C.]

[Pitbull]
I don't play no games, but silly
And if you disrespect
Say hi to the 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 milli
Get peeled like a dutch, and split like a philly
Oh really, them boys on the block, them boys in a row
Them boys at the trap they know the dilly
Make it rain for days, for the nights
And now when I'm at the strip club
When you them choppas out the back window
Better run for your life, bruh
These boys crazy derranged, gettin' silly maybe
The way she shook her ass I told her girl you silly baby

[Polow Da Don]
V.I.C., Collipark, Polow Da Don, Get Money
Pretty ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta messy (Wait a minute motherfucker)
The I got a call from Diddy
The I got a call from Fifty
Then I got a call from Jimmy
Then I got a call from Jay
Look like I'm 'bout to make a milli (Oh wee)
Christina Milli (Oh wee), You lookin' pretty (Oh, wee)
You need to holla the next time you in my city

[Jermaine Dupri]
And I'm the meaning of this silly shit
Just ask my account, ya'll niggas make it rain
I call my shit the water fountain
Cause at the push of a button you can get mo
Homie why you think they leave you when I walked through the door
If I had to compare myself to anything
I'm something like a Spartan
JD, the biggest thing in the A, since Martin
The Barack of College Park, I mean what more can I say
I switch my chains with my cars, switch my cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big Ten
And after this he ain't never gon' see yo ass again, I'm too silly

[Chorus: V.I.C.]

[Arab]
Arab, Arab too silly, my clique too silly
18's in the back, make the car pop a wheelie
S.O.D. Money game, Catch me on TV
Arab president, Boss, S-Beezie
Swag you ain't never seen, you can not steal it
Now watch the dance floor as I proceed to kill it
You do not get it, I be gettin' money
Same hatin' handy downs lookin' at me funny

[DJ Unk]
You, already know,ya boy Unk I stay up on my grizzy
The fellas in the back, that was my twistin' that philly
My charm too silly, my flow just silly
Plus I grain that purpat my show's I'm silly
They recognize my from Atlanta straight up to Philly
Went from nobody to fortune, plus my fame is silly
I can't even eat without signin' my name that's silly
I can't even sleep without gettin' some brain that's silly

[Chorus: V.I.C.]

[Big Kuntry]
I'm Grand Hustle pimp, to the meat & bones
I'm eatin' off these niggas plate & I ain't leave a bone
Tryin' to pick a bone, homie best leave me alone
Cause I'm silly with this K, I'll chop you holmes
I got a illy flow, stupid, stupid dough
Spent a hundred bands, I'm silly man, I'm spend some mo
So much swag, you don't know what swagger that I'm on
The man in the mirror can't even hang holmes

[Tex James]
I got 'em, everybody know me, Tex James motherfucker
I'm certified in the streets, I get silly with the K
I get silly with the punk, Nigga act a fool
I get silly when I'm done
I'm Collipark, Young Mogul, ya digg!
My money got money, I'm so sick with it
And ya'll niggas hatin', ya so sensitive
This verse so gansta,that they goin' have to censor this

[Bubba Sparxxx]
I'm the silliest of fellows, as I say hello
To the girls and shoot them with my arrows
They turn to Jello between my pillows and sheets
I beats & beats, yes I returned and I'm a beast to spit the least
Yes me is and I'm liking it very much
I'm smoking on various, forms of good cannabis
That is what Indy does, as well as some other shit
Silly shit, really silly shit casue I'm ignorant, Bubba baby!